My first day of being engaged, I rediscovered my joie de vivre. Everything suddenly seemed incredibly novel. In that first hazy stage of wakefulness, which any other day I’d simply snooze through, I insisted we scramble up to the roof with our duvet and pillows to watch the sunrise.
Waiting for sunrise is agonizing; it always seems to be on the very verge of happening but keeps holding out. I whiled away the countdown snuggled up in blankets staring at the new sparkle on my ring finger.
Finally, the sun came up. We basked in it for all of ten minutes before ordering up room service. No better way to start our first day as a betrothed couple than champagne breakfast overlooking the Aegean!
After our breakfast of creamy strained yogurt, grilled vegetable omelettes and the most sinfully delicious gooey Greek doughnuts, we were ready to head to the beach for our morning swim. I donned my new macramé suit, swiped a couple of towels, and trotted down the sandy trail to Agios Stefanos.
After we were all cool and salty from our dip, we lunched on a festive Greek feast.
We passed the afternoon hours playing Bananagrams and sipping Bloody Marys.